The campsite was silenced.
Richard rubbed his forehead in despair while the other apprentices in his group gazed at Stewart in sadness and pity. Perhaps others didn't know, but Richard's group was fully aware that Mini Bubble Gum wasn't afraid of inviting trouble. One could count one's lucky stars if she didn't provoke one. But if one were to provoke her… The thought of the mercenaries' plight sent a chill up Richard's spine. At this moment, he should have stepped in to stop their conflict. But his instincts warned him that he was safer watching from the sideline.
"What did you say, you brat?"